There will be magic, chapter 67, RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita, UruhaxAsagi
Title: There will be magic
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 67/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita, UruhaxAsagi for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-15-PG-17 overall
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi, a bit of gore here and there, light mpreg
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I am not connected to the real persons. This is just a figment of my imagination and I don't make any money nor profit in any way out of this (well, except gathering your love that is).
Summary: The age of magic and mystery is coming towards its end. But what if someone that has the gift to see the future can join forces with others who have the power to stop it? What will be born then? What will be found?
Chapter 67
Asagi had been whisked away to the same majestic room he had been in a few hours earlier. The bed’s canopy was towering above him, the burgundy drapes creating an entrancing play of red shadows and bright flashes of light, coming from the candles lighted all over the room. Uruha sat at the end of the bed, watching Asagi as he took it all in. There was no mistaking the fire in the Abaia’s eyes or the way he started divesting by taking off his long white shawl, revealing perfectly sculpted neck and shoulders.
“Uru...” Asagi started and almost forgot how to breathe when the Abaia’s hands reached towards the hem of his robe. “Stop.” He managed to voice before more of his mate got uncovered.
“What’s wrong, love?” Uruha diligently stopped and sat on the end of the bed, reaching with his right hand to stroke Asagi’s ankle. Just that simple caress shouldn’t have felt like electric shocks traveling through his body, lighting a fire withing him, but it seems the attraction he felt towards Uruha knew no bounds.
“We can’t do this.” He whispered.
Uruha feigned innocence but his coy smile immediately gave him away.
“Can’t do what?” His fingers wrapped tighter on the seer’s ankle and rose up and down in an extremely revealing manner. Asagi felt like his thoughts were melting away from him, replaced by desire.
“You can’t have me. Not yet.” He gasped and his mate’s reaction was instantaneous. Uruha withdrew his hand, shot up from the bed and his eyes narrowed to slits. His arms wrapped protectively around his own torso. They didn’t shield his heart though.
“What are you talking about? Do you know how long I’ve waited for you? Haven’t you? Don’t you want me?”
Asagi struggled. He had never meant it like that.
“I’d like to know about that, about you.” He had wondered more than once about how the Abaia had become his mate.
“We can do that, talk. But first, will you please answer my questions? I don’t want to force you into anything and I need to know, before it’s too late and I become unable to restrain myself.” His gaze softened and he sat back on the bed but refrained from touching the seer, his hands settled on his knees.
“Of course I want you. I love you and I’d give you everything I am but I can’t. The end... there are prophecies about the final battle. The blood of one untainted but hardened by blood must be spilled for the Necra to fall, it is said” He waited for the Abaia’s reaction, foreseeing what it would be. But Uruha reacted differently from what he had expected.
“And you think it has to be you! That the untainted part means you have to be a virgin and that the blood refers to the moment you were made a seer.” He was calmer than supposed to be, judging by his earlier reactions and Asagi realized he didn’t know this being that well, although Asagi seemed to know everything about him. And yet, he loved him. “Except you weren’t hardened by blood, love. You have it all wrong. For you to be the sacrifice means you have to spill blood, hurting others and damaging your soul to the point of no return. That’s why there needs to be a sacrifice. The tainted blood gets washed away. You could never do that.”
The seer had thought about that before but could he really take the risk of being wrong? Could he give himself up to his mate and put everything else in danger? He was inclined to say that he still wanted to wait when Uruha cut ahead of him.
“You’ll have to choose between that prophecy that might or might not refer to you, and me.”
The seer gaped at his mate, not understanding what he was talking about. Thankfully, he did not need to ask for Uruha continued.
“Abaias souls are immortal. We are born at times of great tragedy and bloodshed, from the tears of our mates. We belong to the sea, but our souls always belong to our mates. From the moment of coming into existence, we know who our mate is, we know that we are made for him. We grow faster or slower according to the mate’s lifespan and age. We wait for them to find us, if necessary all our lives. But once we are found, there is only a limited amount of time before the emotional connection, the longing drains us. If they don’t accept us, we die and our souls restart the cycle.”
Asagi felt wonder and the slightest jealousy when thinking that Uruha had had other mates before him and would have several more after him. “But then how am I...”
“You had buried a child and you cried. You called to me.”
To the Abaia it was as simple as that. He had been born to never allow his mate feel the same pain again, to wipe away all future tears, to reward a wounded, lonely soul that deserved to be loved. There was nothing more important to him than having Asagi.
“But it was you who found me, in the dreams.” Asagi tried to make sense of it and squash the jealousy.
“I broke an ancient rule. I am the most powerful of my race after all. I shouldn’t have, yet... You were so alone and I could feel your pain, the way you were bleeding from the inside and I couldn’t stand it. That’s why my time is already running out.” Uruha must have noticed the worry in his features. “What’s bothering you, apart from the overwhelming amount of information?” He asked. Asagi did not dare to ask and covered his insecurity with another question.
“But you have a kingdom. Who are you ruling over?”
“The Abaias that have already found their mate. If they are willing, they both live here. We never grow old and are together for all the eternity the ocean has to offer us.”
“You’re immortal?” Asagi gasped. No one was truly immortal, he knew that, but Uruha’s words sure seemed to suggest that.
“We have no enemies here for we are the gods of the sea, but if we leave our home for longer periods of time, we eventually wither away and die. Some have to leave with their mate, if they refuse to stay here. Others, who have repeatedly been turned down by their mates, too tired of the unending voyage choose to die.”
“That’s why you couldn’t come with us.” Asagi realized.
“Once you accept me, I will come with you if that is what you desire.”
“You would leave your world for me?” Asagi gasped and did not wonder at the weight settling over his heart, like a blanket warming up his very core.
“I would do anything for you.” Asagi’s heart soared, for no matter who had been before him Uruha was only his now. They only had now.
“You can ask me anything.” Uruha whispered and Asagi shuddered at the thought that the other read him so easily.
“Do you remember your mates before me?” It was more of a mumbled question than a straight one.
He could see understanding dawning on Uruha’s face. “Yes.” With that answer, his heart constricted. “But it’s not what you imagine. I have the knowledge, but not the feelings. With every time I am reborn, I am a different person, this man is and will always be just yours. The soul may be immortal but is not unchanging. In fact, it changes radically for I, the me now, was made especially for you.”
“So the ones before me...”
“Are strangers to me, faces that stand out amongst a crowd but are no more than that.” Uruha was slightly happy Asagi was jealous. He couldn’t help it.
“If you belong in the sea, then the ship? You can leave temporarily, right?”
“For limited amounts of time, yes.”
Asagi was relieved for he at least knew that he would have his mate by his side when battling the Necra. He recognized the fact that he was afraid, but the chocking emotion he felt was more than fear. It was want.
He wanted to see the dawn of a new age in the arms of the one he loved, he wanted his friends to get to know his lover, he wanted to be there for his friends’ weddings and the birth of their sons... He wanted so many things that he couldn’t have in the underwater kingdom and he wished that Uruha would indeed honor his promise and accompany him, for most of all Asagi feared being alone again. And there was his answer.
All the anxiety he had felt melted away like snow under the warm rays of the sun, leaving him feeling only elation, love and anticipation of what was to come. And need for the being that stood in front of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm his racing heart. He opened them before he had achieved that for he sensed the bed moving.
Uruha had gotten up and was turned away from him. The anxiety from earlier was suddenly back.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. His apprehension increased when his lover did not turn.
“I’m going to get you something to eat. You must be famished and here I am overwhelming you even more after everything you’ve been through.” Uruha had obviously meant to say it in a light tone, but Asagi heard and sensed the deprecating notes and his heart constricted knowing that Uruha had misunderstood his reaction for a rejection.
“I’ve been through a lot, yes.” Uruha’s head lowered a bit and his shoulders shook slightly so Asagi hurried his explanation. “But what I need is you.” That simple six-word phrase had an immediate effect. Uruha whirled around, his fists clenching tighter at his sides.
“What did you say?” He needed to be reassured that he had heard rightly.
“Come to bed with me.” Asagi didn’t remember ever smiling this widely or ever feeling as if his heart was souring with anticipation. Perhaps he had never wanted anything so much as he longed for those long, slim yet strong arms, wrapped around him.
Uruha did not need to be told twice. One minute he was crawling upwards towards him, like a stalking cat, and in the next, Asagi had his hearts desire. He was wrapped up in his lover’s scent and the feel of his hard plains and soft skin. He was lowered gently on the downy pillows, Uruha’s face shining with happiness above him. He reached for the strings keeping together Uruha’s robe when his hands were gently removed. His eyes must have communicated his surprise for Uruha cradled his face in his palms and after placing a soft barely there kiss on his lips, explained.
“I’m just having a bit of trouble believing it. After all this time, to finally be able to have you. I’m scared of rushing you, of ruining things, I’m frightened that I might have pushed you into this...” Asagi silenced the rushing words with a soft kiss of his own.
“I will always choose you.” And he knew it to be true, felt it in every bone, every cell, every beat of his racing heart.
Uruha’s palm caressed his cheek, falling lower, to his neck and then stopping to rest on his collarbone. Soft lips met his and this time, they lingered and feathered across his mouth before sealing down and taking their prize. Unimaginable heat started assaulting the seer’s body and became a furnace the more those heavenly lips molded against his, as Uruha bit lightly his lower lip and then retreated briefly to place another kiss on his mouth, before his tongue sneaked out and licked at the abused lip. Asagi moaned and gave the invading mouth the opportunity to conquer new territory. Uruha’s tongue slipped inside, running along his teeth, then caressing his tongue, exploring the corners before returning to engage his lover’s tongue in an erotic dance.
By the time Asagi fought his lover for the priviledge of engaging in some exploration of his own, the seer had no other thoughts except for: “more”. And Uruha diligently obeyed his wishes.
Uruha’s hand slipped under the hem of his shirt and glided upwards, causing gasps of pleasure to escape from the seer’s lips. Each move of those fingers over his skin took Asagi down a whirlwind of pleasure and blissful pain. He was already too hard for words, feeling as if he would explode any minute and yet knew that the torture had just begun. The warm palm glided over his right nipple and he didn’t even fight to contain the whisper of Uruha’s name.
“Yes, love.” Uruha grinned and his mouth slipped to Asagi’s neck, biting down on the sensitive flesh all the while his hand crushed the already sensitized bud between his fingers. Asagi arched up the bed in a shocked gasp, immediately falling back on the soft sheets. Uruha soothed the abused area with his tongue and then trailed butterfly kisses all over his neck, sliding towards the opening of his shirt. “Too many clothes.” He muttered and Asagi heartily agreed.
Uruha’s right hand slid from under his shirt and using his left arm to raise himself even higher over his lover, he started unbuttoning Asagi’s shirt. His warm lips followed every inch of skin revealed to him.
“Want you so much.” He whispered against the naked skin and Asagi wondered why he was still able to strain together conscious phrases when he himself was barely able to breathe. He needed to remedy that. His own hands trailed over his lover’s strained back, down his sides, until he found the fastenings of the toga. All it took was some unwinding of the softer than silk cloth and milky white skin was revealed to him when the toga simply fell from his lover’s body. He needed to look at his lover so with a sudden push of his hips and arms, he turned them over and was now towering over a surprised Abaia.
Uruha’s pupils were dilated with lust, his skin was slightly flushed pink and his lips were red from the kissing earlier. He was gorgeous and for a moment Asagi had to breathe in and repeat to himself that this was reality and not a dream. Then, Asagi’s hands traced the protruding collarbones, the straight hard lines of his lover’s torso, marveling at the softness of the skin and the underlining firmness of muscle. His lover was breathing harder the lower his hands roamed over his skin and small gasps left his lips when Asagi’s fingers slipped over sensitive spots that the seer committed to memory for later. Asagi couldn’t stop even if he had wanted to and his hands slipped lower till his hands slid over hard hipbones and his fingers got entangled in coarser hair. He blushed knowing what came after that but did not stop his wandering hands and finally he reached his prize. Uruha was hard as metal under his hands and his burning hot skin seared its feeling into Asagi’s palm. Asagi dragged his palm up and down, twisting at the end, spreading a bit of precome downwards, making the next glide smoother. In no time at all, Uruha was biting his lips trying to keep himself from taking control for Uruha loved Asagi’s look of wonderment, the way he immediately gave in to his desire of touching his body; he loved to have his lover over him, caressing him. It felt good, it felt too good and he couldn’t risk losing it so soon. His hands reached out blindly to Asagi’s pants and in a rush of pulls and fumbling, he managed to unbutton and unzip his lover’s pants, immediately slipping his hand inside. Asagi was hard and warm and simply perfect under his palm and Uruha lost his patience. In one swift movement, he had dragged the annoying piece of clothing down Asagi’s thigh and in the next he was once again flipping them over, plunging down to reclaim those sinfully delicious lips.
To Asagi’s passion clouded mind, it all seemed like a dream, progressing too fast for him to make sense of it. He could only let it carry him further and further away from reality. Big firm hands were sparking lightning jolts all over his fevered skin and he could hardly breathe from the heat that burned him from the inside. And then cold pain let itself known, rousing him from his trance-like state. He let out a strangled moan.
“I know, love. It hurts at first.” His lover tried to soothe him while gently pulling his index finger in and out of his body. Apart from the slightly receding pain, the intrusion felt unwelcome and not even the knowledge that his lover was only preparing him for what was to come later managed to relieve the uncomfortable sensation that only increased once more fingers were added. Only Uruha’s whispers of love and the kisses that rained down all over his chest, the firm strokes of his manhood made the process bearable. And then the fingers were gone, the pain was gone and he felt slightly bereft.
Uruha moved his legs so that he fit perfectly between his lover’s thighs and aligned himself at the seer’s entrance. After warning him to brace himself, he slowly glided himself in and finally stopped when he was fully sheathed inside Asagi. Inside his lover, it was tight and hot, unbelievably exciting and utterly perfect. His soul had finally come home.
Asagi gritted his teeth against the shattering pain, his hands balling into fists and clutching at the sheets, almost ripping them apart with the force of his grip. Uruha’s whispers of assurance and love, his strokes worked a little way towards getting him to relax but what really convinced him to let go of his fear and restraint was the view that greeted him when he dared open his eyes. Uruha was glowing, literally shining with a brilliant white light that engulfed his entire body and turned his beautiful eyes into burning torches. The view before him was surreal and Asagi unthinkingly reached out and let his fingers trail over the glowing moist skin.
Uruha sensed his lover relaxing the moment their gazes locked and while maintaining the love-filled connection, he pulled slowly out and then plunged back in. After a few more thrusts, Asagi started growing hard again and his skin recovered the flush it had lost. Soft gasps were passing his lips again and Uruha breathed relieved. Now, if only...
“So... full.” Asagi stuttered and he meant it in more than in one sense. He felt the way their bodies joined and with every new thrust he wanted it more, wanted this feeling of completeness to last longer. “I... lo...” he began but could only let out a loud moan, close to a scream when something inside him was hit and the world around him blurred around the edges. His lover was grinning like a madman and in the same breath, leaning down for a passionate, open-mouth kiss that Asagi had to break for air when he felt the same shock course through him again. He was writhing in pleasure on the sheets and thought he finally knew what it meant to let go completely. He felt as if pleasure and love had consumed him completely, leaving him with only one thought and want: for more of this, more of Uruha, more of the two of them.
Uruha was of course more than happy to oblige and for what felt like a very short eternity, he kept invading Asagi’s body and soul until Asagi couldn’t take it anymore and with one loud scream of his mate’s name, released. Uruha followed him right after and collapsed on him, his lips brushing against his neck.
“I love you too.” Uruha whispered and wrapped him in his arms after rolling them to one side. Asagi felt warm, too warm and loved to even express in words and let tiredness finally conquer him. They were still joined when he fell asleep.
A/N: Another shockingly long chapter. And that's not all it is. And this time, on time. Hehe
Let me know what you think, will you. Squishes to all my lovely commentors.
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 67/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita, UruhaxAsagi for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-15-PG-17 overall
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi, a bit of gore here and there, light mpreg
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I am not connected to the real persons. This is just a figment of my imagination and I don't make any money nor profit in any way out of this (well, except gathering your love that is).
Summary: The age of magic and mystery is coming towards its end. But what if someone that has the gift to see the future can join forces with others who have the power to stop it? What will be born then? What will be found?
Chapter 67
Asagi had been whisked away to the same majestic room he had been in a few hours earlier. The bed’s canopy was towering above him, the burgundy drapes creating an entrancing play of red shadows and bright flashes of light, coming from the candles lighted all over the room. Uruha sat at the end of the bed, watching Asagi as he took it all in. There was no mistaking the fire in the Abaia’s eyes or the way he started divesting by taking off his long white shawl, revealing perfectly sculpted neck and shoulders.
“Uru...” Asagi started and almost forgot how to breathe when the Abaia’s hands reached towards the hem of his robe. “Stop.” He managed to voice before more of his mate got uncovered.
“What’s wrong, love?” Uruha diligently stopped and sat on the end of the bed, reaching with his right hand to stroke Asagi’s ankle. Just that simple caress shouldn’t have felt like electric shocks traveling through his body, lighting a fire withing him, but it seems the attraction he felt towards Uruha knew no bounds.
“We can’t do this.” He whispered.
Uruha feigned innocence but his coy smile immediately gave him away.
“Can’t do what?” His fingers wrapped tighter on the seer’s ankle and rose up and down in an extremely revealing manner. Asagi felt like his thoughts were melting away from him, replaced by desire.
“You can’t have me. Not yet.” He gasped and his mate’s reaction was instantaneous. Uruha withdrew his hand, shot up from the bed and his eyes narrowed to slits. His arms wrapped protectively around his own torso. They didn’t shield his heart though.
“What are you talking about? Do you know how long I’ve waited for you? Haven’t you? Don’t you want me?”
Asagi struggled. He had never meant it like that.
“I’d like to know about that, about you.” He had wondered more than once about how the Abaia had become his mate.
“We can do that, talk. But first, will you please answer my questions? I don’t want to force you into anything and I need to know, before it’s too late and I become unable to restrain myself.” His gaze softened and he sat back on the bed but refrained from touching the seer, his hands settled on his knees.
“Of course I want you. I love you and I’d give you everything I am but I can’t. The end... there are prophecies about the final battle. The blood of one untainted but hardened by blood must be spilled for the Necra to fall, it is said” He waited for the Abaia’s reaction, foreseeing what it would be. But Uruha reacted differently from what he had expected.
“And you think it has to be you! That the untainted part means you have to be a virgin and that the blood refers to the moment you were made a seer.” He was calmer than supposed to be, judging by his earlier reactions and Asagi realized he didn’t know this being that well, although Asagi seemed to know everything about him. And yet, he loved him. “Except you weren’t hardened by blood, love. You have it all wrong. For you to be the sacrifice means you have to spill blood, hurting others and damaging your soul to the point of no return. That’s why there needs to be a sacrifice. The tainted blood gets washed away. You could never do that.”
The seer had thought about that before but could he really take the risk of being wrong? Could he give himself up to his mate and put everything else in danger? He was inclined to say that he still wanted to wait when Uruha cut ahead of him.
“You’ll have to choose between that prophecy that might or might not refer to you, and me.”
The seer gaped at his mate, not understanding what he was talking about. Thankfully, he did not need to ask for Uruha continued.
“Abaias souls are immortal. We are born at times of great tragedy and bloodshed, from the tears of our mates. We belong to the sea, but our souls always belong to our mates. From the moment of coming into existence, we know who our mate is, we know that we are made for him. We grow faster or slower according to the mate’s lifespan and age. We wait for them to find us, if necessary all our lives. But once we are found, there is only a limited amount of time before the emotional connection, the longing drains us. If they don’t accept us, we die and our souls restart the cycle.”
Asagi felt wonder and the slightest jealousy when thinking that Uruha had had other mates before him and would have several more after him. “But then how am I...”
“You had buried a child and you cried. You called to me.”
To the Abaia it was as simple as that. He had been born to never allow his mate feel the same pain again, to wipe away all future tears, to reward a wounded, lonely soul that deserved to be loved. There was nothing more important to him than having Asagi.
“But it was you who found me, in the dreams.” Asagi tried to make sense of it and squash the jealousy.
“I broke an ancient rule. I am the most powerful of my race after all. I shouldn’t have, yet... You were so alone and I could feel your pain, the way you were bleeding from the inside and I couldn’t stand it. That’s why my time is already running out.” Uruha must have noticed the worry in his features. “What’s bothering you, apart from the overwhelming amount of information?” He asked. Asagi did not dare to ask and covered his insecurity with another question.
“But you have a kingdom. Who are you ruling over?”
“The Abaias that have already found their mate. If they are willing, they both live here. We never grow old and are together for all the eternity the ocean has to offer us.”
“You’re immortal?” Asagi gasped. No one was truly immortal, he knew that, but Uruha’s words sure seemed to suggest that.
“We have no enemies here for we are the gods of the sea, but if we leave our home for longer periods of time, we eventually wither away and die. Some have to leave with their mate, if they refuse to stay here. Others, who have repeatedly been turned down by their mates, too tired of the unending voyage choose to die.”
“That’s why you couldn’t come with us.” Asagi realized.
“Once you accept me, I will come with you if that is what you desire.”
“You would leave your world for me?” Asagi gasped and did not wonder at the weight settling over his heart, like a blanket warming up his very core.
“I would do anything for you.” Asagi’s heart soared, for no matter who had been before him Uruha was only his now. They only had now.
“You can ask me anything.” Uruha whispered and Asagi shuddered at the thought that the other read him so easily.
“Do you remember your mates before me?” It was more of a mumbled question than a straight one.
He could see understanding dawning on Uruha’s face. “Yes.” With that answer, his heart constricted. “But it’s not what you imagine. I have the knowledge, but not the feelings. With every time I am reborn, I am a different person, this man is and will always be just yours. The soul may be immortal but is not unchanging. In fact, it changes radically for I, the me now, was made especially for you.”
“So the ones before me...”
“Are strangers to me, faces that stand out amongst a crowd but are no more than that.” Uruha was slightly happy Asagi was jealous. He couldn’t help it.
“If you belong in the sea, then the ship? You can leave temporarily, right?”
“For limited amounts of time, yes.”
Asagi was relieved for he at least knew that he would have his mate by his side when battling the Necra. He recognized the fact that he was afraid, but the chocking emotion he felt was more than fear. It was want.
He wanted to see the dawn of a new age in the arms of the one he loved, he wanted his friends to get to know his lover, he wanted to be there for his friends’ weddings and the birth of their sons... He wanted so many things that he couldn’t have in the underwater kingdom and he wished that Uruha would indeed honor his promise and accompany him, for most of all Asagi feared being alone again. And there was his answer.
All the anxiety he had felt melted away like snow under the warm rays of the sun, leaving him feeling only elation, love and anticipation of what was to come. And need for the being that stood in front of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm his racing heart. He opened them before he had achieved that for he sensed the bed moving.
Uruha had gotten up and was turned away from him. The anxiety from earlier was suddenly back.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. His apprehension increased when his lover did not turn.
“I’m going to get you something to eat. You must be famished and here I am overwhelming you even more after everything you’ve been through.” Uruha had obviously meant to say it in a light tone, but Asagi heard and sensed the deprecating notes and his heart constricted knowing that Uruha had misunderstood his reaction for a rejection.
“I’ve been through a lot, yes.” Uruha’s head lowered a bit and his shoulders shook slightly so Asagi hurried his explanation. “But what I need is you.” That simple six-word phrase had an immediate effect. Uruha whirled around, his fists clenching tighter at his sides.
“What did you say?” He needed to be reassured that he had heard rightly.
“Come to bed with me.” Asagi didn’t remember ever smiling this widely or ever feeling as if his heart was souring with anticipation. Perhaps he had never wanted anything so much as he longed for those long, slim yet strong arms, wrapped around him.
Uruha did not need to be told twice. One minute he was crawling upwards towards him, like a stalking cat, and in the next, Asagi had his hearts desire. He was wrapped up in his lover’s scent and the feel of his hard plains and soft skin. He was lowered gently on the downy pillows, Uruha’s face shining with happiness above him. He reached for the strings keeping together Uruha’s robe when his hands were gently removed. His eyes must have communicated his surprise for Uruha cradled his face in his palms and after placing a soft barely there kiss on his lips, explained.
“I’m just having a bit of trouble believing it. After all this time, to finally be able to have you. I’m scared of rushing you, of ruining things, I’m frightened that I might have pushed you into this...” Asagi silenced the rushing words with a soft kiss of his own.
“I will always choose you.” And he knew it to be true, felt it in every bone, every cell, every beat of his racing heart.
Uruha’s palm caressed his cheek, falling lower, to his neck and then stopping to rest on his collarbone. Soft lips met his and this time, they lingered and feathered across his mouth before sealing down and taking their prize. Unimaginable heat started assaulting the seer’s body and became a furnace the more those heavenly lips molded against his, as Uruha bit lightly his lower lip and then retreated briefly to place another kiss on his mouth, before his tongue sneaked out and licked at the abused lip. Asagi moaned and gave the invading mouth the opportunity to conquer new territory. Uruha’s tongue slipped inside, running along his teeth, then caressing his tongue, exploring the corners before returning to engage his lover’s tongue in an erotic dance.
By the time Asagi fought his lover for the priviledge of engaging in some exploration of his own, the seer had no other thoughts except for: “more”. And Uruha diligently obeyed his wishes.
Uruha’s hand slipped under the hem of his shirt and glided upwards, causing gasps of pleasure to escape from the seer’s lips. Each move of those fingers over his skin took Asagi down a whirlwind of pleasure and blissful pain. He was already too hard for words, feeling as if he would explode any minute and yet knew that the torture had just begun. The warm palm glided over his right nipple and he didn’t even fight to contain the whisper of Uruha’s name.
“Yes, love.” Uruha grinned and his mouth slipped to Asagi’s neck, biting down on the sensitive flesh all the while his hand crushed the already sensitized bud between his fingers. Asagi arched up the bed in a shocked gasp, immediately falling back on the soft sheets. Uruha soothed the abused area with his tongue and then trailed butterfly kisses all over his neck, sliding towards the opening of his shirt. “Too many clothes.” He muttered and Asagi heartily agreed.
Uruha’s right hand slid from under his shirt and using his left arm to raise himself even higher over his lover, he started unbuttoning Asagi’s shirt. His warm lips followed every inch of skin revealed to him.
“Want you so much.” He whispered against the naked skin and Asagi wondered why he was still able to strain together conscious phrases when he himself was barely able to breathe. He needed to remedy that. His own hands trailed over his lover’s strained back, down his sides, until he found the fastenings of the toga. All it took was some unwinding of the softer than silk cloth and milky white skin was revealed to him when the toga simply fell from his lover’s body. He needed to look at his lover so with a sudden push of his hips and arms, he turned them over and was now towering over a surprised Abaia.
Uruha’s pupils were dilated with lust, his skin was slightly flushed pink and his lips were red from the kissing earlier. He was gorgeous and for a moment Asagi had to breathe in and repeat to himself that this was reality and not a dream. Then, Asagi’s hands traced the protruding collarbones, the straight hard lines of his lover’s torso, marveling at the softness of the skin and the underlining firmness of muscle. His lover was breathing harder the lower his hands roamed over his skin and small gasps left his lips when Asagi’s fingers slipped over sensitive spots that the seer committed to memory for later. Asagi couldn’t stop even if he had wanted to and his hands slipped lower till his hands slid over hard hipbones and his fingers got entangled in coarser hair. He blushed knowing what came after that but did not stop his wandering hands and finally he reached his prize. Uruha was hard as metal under his hands and his burning hot skin seared its feeling into Asagi’s palm. Asagi dragged his palm up and down, twisting at the end, spreading a bit of precome downwards, making the next glide smoother. In no time at all, Uruha was biting his lips trying to keep himself from taking control for Uruha loved Asagi’s look of wonderment, the way he immediately gave in to his desire of touching his body; he loved to have his lover over him, caressing him. It felt good, it felt too good and he couldn’t risk losing it so soon. His hands reached out blindly to Asagi’s pants and in a rush of pulls and fumbling, he managed to unbutton and unzip his lover’s pants, immediately slipping his hand inside. Asagi was hard and warm and simply perfect under his palm and Uruha lost his patience. In one swift movement, he had dragged the annoying piece of clothing down Asagi’s thigh and in the next he was once again flipping them over, plunging down to reclaim those sinfully delicious lips.
To Asagi’s passion clouded mind, it all seemed like a dream, progressing too fast for him to make sense of it. He could only let it carry him further and further away from reality. Big firm hands were sparking lightning jolts all over his fevered skin and he could hardly breathe from the heat that burned him from the inside. And then cold pain let itself known, rousing him from his trance-like state. He let out a strangled moan.
“I know, love. It hurts at first.” His lover tried to soothe him while gently pulling his index finger in and out of his body. Apart from the slightly receding pain, the intrusion felt unwelcome and not even the knowledge that his lover was only preparing him for what was to come later managed to relieve the uncomfortable sensation that only increased once more fingers were added. Only Uruha’s whispers of love and the kisses that rained down all over his chest, the firm strokes of his manhood made the process bearable. And then the fingers were gone, the pain was gone and he felt slightly bereft.
Uruha moved his legs so that he fit perfectly between his lover’s thighs and aligned himself at the seer’s entrance. After warning him to brace himself, he slowly glided himself in and finally stopped when he was fully sheathed inside Asagi. Inside his lover, it was tight and hot, unbelievably exciting and utterly perfect. His soul had finally come home.
Asagi gritted his teeth against the shattering pain, his hands balling into fists and clutching at the sheets, almost ripping them apart with the force of his grip. Uruha’s whispers of assurance and love, his strokes worked a little way towards getting him to relax but what really convinced him to let go of his fear and restraint was the view that greeted him when he dared open his eyes. Uruha was glowing, literally shining with a brilliant white light that engulfed his entire body and turned his beautiful eyes into burning torches. The view before him was surreal and Asagi unthinkingly reached out and let his fingers trail over the glowing moist skin.
Uruha sensed his lover relaxing the moment their gazes locked and while maintaining the love-filled connection, he pulled slowly out and then plunged back in. After a few more thrusts, Asagi started growing hard again and his skin recovered the flush it had lost. Soft gasps were passing his lips again and Uruha breathed relieved. Now, if only...
“So... full.” Asagi stuttered and he meant it in more than in one sense. He felt the way their bodies joined and with every new thrust he wanted it more, wanted this feeling of completeness to last longer. “I... lo...” he began but could only let out a loud moan, close to a scream when something inside him was hit and the world around him blurred around the edges. His lover was grinning like a madman and in the same breath, leaning down for a passionate, open-mouth kiss that Asagi had to break for air when he felt the same shock course through him again. He was writhing in pleasure on the sheets and thought he finally knew what it meant to let go completely. He felt as if pleasure and love had consumed him completely, leaving him with only one thought and want: for more of this, more of Uruha, more of the two of them.
Uruha was of course more than happy to oblige and for what felt like a very short eternity, he kept invading Asagi’s body and soul until Asagi couldn’t take it anymore and with one loud scream of his mate’s name, released. Uruha followed him right after and collapsed on him, his lips brushing against his neck.
“I love you too.” Uruha whispered and wrapped him in his arms after rolling them to one side. Asagi felt warm, too warm and loved to even express in words and let tiredness finally conquer him. They were still joined when he fell asleep.
A/N: Another shockingly long chapter. And that's not all it is. And this time, on time. Hehe
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